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 Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 12:22 pm
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Critter was proving useful, mostly, Zaire glanced down to his phone to see if there were any more messages before entering the store. Cutting out of work early to head back to the dorm for Jory, there were a few stops to be made. All of these having been promised to be complete in twenty minutes, so for once the monster was actually rushing. A speed walk was picked up in the store, hands tucked into the dirty work pants he wore as he zoomed around and roamed the shelves.
Soup, medicine, movie.
Three things were on the list, heating pad, jack four. Zaire paused, pulled out his phone and ran over the messages once more to be sure. There was no way he would be leaving Jory after getting there, which meant a stockpile was needed. Luckily today was payday the monster patted at his back pocket before putting the phone away. A few carted items later and he was checking out then pace walking towards the gates of Amity.
Admittingly there was more than the four things required, but hey he would need snacks for this. Plus it didn't hurt to get Jory a few snacks too, and some flavored drinks because no one liked drinking water and they were just as good for you sick. Zaire had overbought in his worry but hadn't noticed. Entering his dorm the monster sat all five bags down in the floor and promptly locked the door before looking back for Jory, "...you still alive," shoes kicking off in the process.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 2:50 pm
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Jory was asleep when Zaire returned, taking the suggested nap to heart. The blankets were tangled around his waist, and he'd wrapped himself tightly around Zaire's pillow, face pressed into the center where the other boil's scent was strongest. Needy, even in sleep.
He didn't rouse when the door opened, nor at the rustle of bags. Not until that deep voice floated through the room did pale eyes creak open. He blinked, blearily, baby blues rolling up slowly to take in the mahamba as he kicked his shoes up, and a soft, weak little smile. "Hey..." Alive and...not exactly well, but alive, none the less. A yawn parted drying lips, and her buried his face in the plush of the pillow before his tail peeked from under the blanket to curl loose along his boilfriend's hip.
"Didn't have to leave work early just for me," he murmured, curling tighter around the bedding, snuggling into it. Lethargic with the fever cooling his body. Moving seemed like such a hassle, but he did lift a hand holding it out for the mahamba.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 7:03 pm
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The pet of warmish fingers along the cool length of his tail drew a sigh from the boil, and his tail curled tighter, tried to draw Zaire closer, though in his current state it was an absolutely futile endeavor unless the mahamba came willingly. "So just stay with me instead...." He chuckled, weakly, not really serious, no matter how much he wished he got to spend more time with his boilfriend. He was proud of him for being ambitious, working for something he wanted. How could the afanc be anything but supportive?
He made a slow grab at the tail tip that slipped through his hand, but missed, of course. Even with the recently knowledge of just how helpful the medicine could be, it still took the boil a long moment to respond to the request. He was just so tired, and comfortable, and his poor body ached all over. Moving was a chore, one that was to be undergone slowly.
When he turned it came with a yawn, baby blues closed once again as an arm came up, stretching over his head, before falling back to rest on his stomach. A soft whine followed, tongue peeking out in a quick flick over dry lips. "What movie?" It was quiet, lazy, but he did lift a hand up for the medicine Zaire was getting for him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 11:41 am
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The pull wasn't met with much resistance considering he loved being close, just slowly stepped into so that the medicine cup didn't spill. "Hmm..good idea..I'll quit tomorrow...." He chuckled back, sweetly, the thought had passed his mind before but of course in the moment he was teasing. The afanc's change was apparent instantly, the slowness bringing a stretch of tan lips, Zaire tried to will himself to be good and help even if this was a Jory he could get use to.
Someone equally as lethargic was never a bad thing right? But he wasn't that selfish, or not anymore, especially now that the blue sluggish boil in bed had him wrapped around finger.
Watching Jory it wasn't hard to tell the pain he was in, the horrible dull yet taxing aches his body must be feeling. Zaire frowned and gently brushed tanned fingertips across blue forehead when Jory settled with a yawn on his back to get the cup. Of course he focused in on the tongue when seeing it, smashing down a reaction quickly once dried lips were revealed. "..Here..just open your mouth.." Going past the hand he moved to tilt Jory's head up with his free hand the other bringing the medicine cup to dried lips. "I..got some new comedy..the boil at the counter recommended it.." Shrugging his tail pulled up one of the drinks from his bag and gently set it at Jory's side.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 3:47 pm
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The brush of fingertips along his brow has him smiling, and baby blues cracked open, peeking up at the boil. Even sick, it was easy to see just how besotted the afanc was with the taller monster. The littlest things could make him smile, make him feel special, adored, loved. He was absolutely gone on the mahamba.
A small grunt left him as a hand tucked under his head to lift him, but he drink the medicine down, every last drop. It had tasted better the first time he'd tried it, when he hadn't been sick. Now it tasted exactly hat it was; poorly flavored syrup. But it would help, and that was that mattered. Another lick over pale lips cleaned him, and he reached for the bottle that had been set against his hip. It took more effort than it should have to twist the cap off, but he managed, taking a grateful drink with a soft hum of appreciation.
"Comedies good," he mused almost idly. Honestly, the movie itself wasn't terribly important so long as it wasn't something packed full of loud explosions. He wasn't sure his head---not a headache, yet, but the possibility was there--could handle it.
Medicine taken, drink close by, Jory gave Zaire's arm a soft tug, trying to get him to crawl up onto the bed and join him beneath the blankets. He'd be warm, and comforting, and the smaller boil had missed him. Zaire's pillow was nice, but it just wasn't the same. "Come lay with me?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:58 pm
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Medicine down and drink taken Zaire felt a little more at ease. It was good to see that Jory was able to hold things, though he wasn't going to press the soup just yet, besides it needed to cool. Plus he was much more inclined to be curling around Jory sooner rather than later.
"Yeah...good." Zaire had been a little iffy about getting it but was now glad he had. Which was pretty ridiculous all things considered, he couldn't remember the last time he had been so worried about pleasing another creature. A glance was given to the arm that weakly tugged his own, smirking a nod was given. "Course..baby." Gently tanned fingers moved to peel the weak blue ones off, bending after to kiss them in a promise to return.
Moving a step back Zaire plucked up a drink for himself, then moved to get the computer that Zel had given him. It was about the only thing he had that could run dvd's, moved under armpit the monster pressed a knee to the bed. "Maybe..I should just lay on top of you, warm you up faster.." The teased was purred lowly as the mattresses dipped under his weight. Shifting up the bed Zaire came to a rest next to Jory a soft hesitant smile on face as he adjusted around the other monster slowly.
On his back with one hand curled around the blue bundle in blankets, Zaire moved to put the movie in and sit his own drink off to the side opposite of Jory.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2014 12:58 pm
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The softest whine of protest emitted as fingers were pulled from Zaire's arm, but the kiss was enough to quiet him. Pouting, he sank back against the monster's pillow, arms curling around it, as he watched him move through the room to fetch the laptop and his own drink. Upon his return baby blues rolled up to him, and the tease drew a smile from dry lips before followed up by a shake of his head.
He shifted, slowly, to make room for Zaire as the larger boil crawled up on the bed and moved to up to snuggle in beside him. Blankets were tugged, albeit weakly, until he could fluff them out to cover his boilfriend as well, then, arm around him, he cuddled in against Zaire's side with one sweatpant clad leg draped over his own.
Zaire was warm, even for a cool blooded creature, and for just a moment Jory savored that heat, face pressing in against the side of his chest. His breath was cool as it left his body, a content sigh, and any tension the boil might have been holding drained away as his boil's familiar scent came back to him. "Mmmmm...." This was nice. Even if he felt cruddy, there was no where else he would have wanted to be in that moment.
After a moment he lifted his head, cheek coming to rest on Zaire's chest. Half-lidded gaze settling on the screen as the movie started up. Beneath the blanket his tail moved, sliding until that too was draped over the mahamba's leg.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 11:03 am
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Zaire tried to help as much as possible with the blankets, knowing the other boil couldn't have much strength. It was hell on him when he had been sick to do even the simplest of things after all. As a sweatpant clad leg draped over him a hand moved down to run its length, a soothing gesture to let the other know to make himself comfortable.
Though a part of him regretted this offer on a wince, Jory was cold and felt a little clamy from sickness. Not at all how he remembered the sexy body to be, but he was sick Zaire reminded himself. Trying to keep a straight face and not made his partner feel worse than he already was, just, how had Jory dealt with him like this? Zaire smiled a little awkwardly remembering how clingy he had been on the poor boil.
He definitely had to suffer, because the other had, fair was fair and this is what you did for - for someone you cared for.
The rush of cold exhale had arms tightening slightly around the other boil, holding him close as possible. Settling down and willing thoughts back the mahamba leaned down for a nuzzle, feeling the urge to be overly cuddly coming on. A thing he got from his mother, and whined for as Jory learned when he was sick. Legs slowly coiled around the one over him, tail swinging up to meet the smaller and curling around it as well for a tight body hold.
Movie started Zaire rested his head gently a top of Jory's breathing settling out as well. A thought coming up however brought a frown to tanned lips. "Let me know...when you feel up to eating..need to before you sleep.." Zaire knew even that was a pain in the a** but he also knew that if he didn't eat he wouldn't.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 12:56 pm
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If he hadn't been feeling so crumby Jory might have delighted in the reversal. Zaire had been so cold when he'd been sick, and clingy, and the afanc distinctly remembered a very strong sneeze against his back at one point in time. But as it were, he was just grateful to be allowed to snuggle close, soaking up what warmth he could from his cool blooded boilfriend.
It did help though, being close, with the blankets cocooned around them, the chill started to recede, and Jory let out a soft sigh of relief.
As Zaire cuddled closer he pulled a happy, drowsy murr from the smaller boil, and a soft nibble was given to a bit of tanned skin as legs tangled and tail wrapped. "Zaaaaire." it came out in an adoring croon, breath a cool puff against a tanned throat as he felt the other boil's cheek settling on the top of his head.
The reminder of food though, that made him frown. He didn't have an appetite, not at the moment, and the thought of eating just did not sound appealing. So he gave a noncommittal response that ended in a protesting whine, curling up tighter against Zaire as if that would make it so he didn't have to try to eat.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 7:18 pm
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When no further urging to eat came after his protest Jory relaxed, a bit, head lifting just enough to peer at the computer screen and the movie that was playing on it. He'd missed the very beginning, but it didn't really matter. It was easy enough to pick up what was going on, even if he didn't know why. For a few blissful moments he thought maybe he had won, but he should have known better.
He hadn't let Zaire go without eating either.
The larger boil shifted, pulled a grunt from the smaller, and he he whined again as he heard the crinkle of the cracker wrapper, hiding his face against a muscled chest. "Noooo, not crackers. Too dry." It was muffled, Jory using Zaire's own body as a barrier against the swamp monster. He really didn't want to eat, but if there was a choice between the crackers or the soup, the afanc would take the lesser of two evils.
And perhaps maybe his boilfriend would be kind enough to feed it to him...
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 8:23 pm
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Baby blues followed the arc of the cracker as it was tossed, and only a soft grumble was offered in answer to the demand. He probably could have pressed it, gotten Zaire to relent, not the boil did not yet know the extent to which he had the larger monster wrapped around his little finger. So he gave a sigh of defeat, acutely aware of the determination and stubbornness in that deep voice.
He didn't want to unwrap from Zaire's side, he was finally getting warmer. It made him whine, but he let the other boil move him around, his own motions weak, sluggish. He really wanted to just curl up against Zaire's side and go back to sleep, but his boilfriend wasn't going to let that happen until he'd eaten something. So he nodded, waiting until the other monster grabbed the take out soup before leaning back against his chest.
Humming, he drew his legs up beneath the blanket, tail curling around his own feet. When the spoon was offered out to him he complied, opening his mouth to take the bite.
It wasn't bad. The flavor was perhaps a little lacking, but that was probably his own taste buds misbehaving. Sickness had a way of messing with them. It was warm, which was nice. Swallowing the steaming soup seemed to warm his very core, and without prompting he'd open his mouth for a second bite.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 2:10 pm
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With Jory behaving it was easy to relax, shifting back on the on the bed his tail swayed out lazily. Once the first bit of liquid was gone he was in automatic, scooping, blowing and delivering. Though after a little bit the smell of the soup had his stomach rumbling and one bite was detoured from Jory's lips to a smirking set. "Mm..this sucks.." It was bland, but then again it was premade deli soup.
Finally noticing the background noise of their movie he held out another bite and glanced to the computer. They'd have to restart that but he wasn't really caring to much at moment. Just amused it had taken till now to notice. "Had enough..?" The question came lazily with an eye up to Jory, he wasn't going to force him to stuff himself, though a hand was reaching for the others drink to take the lid off for him.
A thought hitting after a moment of silence, "..want..a foot rub?" Zaire grinned innocently, or as about as innocent as a grin full of sharp teeth could be. The idea itself was mostly innocent however, he knew his boilfriend must be having body aches after all.
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